Gravedigger Poems - Poems about Gravedigger

Tho' not with a dagger in the library nor candlestick in the conservatory someone done the dirty deed and yet of bodies none were found perhaps the evidence had been concealed interred deep down underground so no one's doing time it was eventually revealed for the heinous crime of thuggery and skullduggery terrible as it may be where the skeletons are buried only the gravedigger knows and after...

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We pass through this world pretending we belong Failing to consider we won’t be here very long Clinging to the illusion we’re in control Yet at the end of our dilution wait’s a graveyard hole They’ll dig it wide and six feet deep The guy who dig’s it will lose no sleep We’re...

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You go home dead tired at the end of a thankless day. Everyone is thanked except you. No one gives you a blink. Or a nod or a think at all. You are a gravedigger. People run from you as if you are the grim reaper Or at the least a leper. You are taking a risk...

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Welcome to the land Where masters become slaves Where shovels speak in tongues And souls are often sold Welcome to the part where your curse will unfold Eternally devoured by worms made of mould Ashes to dust, Grinding your bones in dismay Ashes to dust, Gravedigger heading your way As the tombstone descends Your life comes to end Ashes to dust, Grinding your bones in...

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With measured shovelsful of sod The old man slowly labors, Making sure as not to trod On nearby sleeping neighbors. One shovel deep and one pick wide, Graves neatly set in rows. Perfection so this soul who died May rest in sweet repose. The old man never slows his pace His reaper soon made grim, For he knows the one who takes his place Soon digs...

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With a 7-Eleven Big Cup eulogy slurp And a McDonalds Big Mac pall bearer burp, it’s Big Boy Slim Jim holiday mourning time Take a family reunion picnic funeral ride to a cemetery last supper barbeque burial ... shovel down the gullet styrofoam servings of coffin words charcoal dirtside purged Famous food jingles playing over the radio was the final ear candy...

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The casket was buried in flowers, A pungent smell for a grave, Clock of life ticking down the hours, Soft petals flying up to heaven's gate, Silence echoes in the ivory tower, A wingless angel sorrow by trait, Limit intended for those who cower, Judging the judgment for a soul to migrate, Gravedigger are you just a slave? The grim reaper waiting for...

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He never did see a face though only a board width away, yet remembers feeling privileged, spending those last few moments while trying so hard to find the softer soil to lessen the impact upon the brass plated permanent encasement; in this final resting place. beneath the old oak neither sun nor moon perceived a veil of shadow He’s mindful of the...

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Cahill Minot Assignment July 23, 2009 Gravedigger and his assistant “Come on, dig the grave much deeper. You always dig such shallow graves, and then the coffin is too close to the surface, causing too many cosmetic problems with the cemetery, never mind the vegetation.” “Come on, now, Ralph.” The gravedigger drew a deep breath on his cigarette, preferring...

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It was cold and windy, always seemed to be the same whenever he dug out a grave and often it would rain. Grave digging was something he knew someone had to do that was his job and he always took pride in doing it too. People knew him in the village where he’d made his home this strange young man,...

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Placid, watching him dig a hole. Hope he's digging it for me. I feel pitiless tward myself, for i know my solution is sublime inside my fragile calm mind. gravedigger, make sure its nice and deep, so I may cuddle up in a forever placid sleep. No marker needed, well maybe a do not disturb...

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dust from every man underneath his finger nails old gravedigger Death....

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